Hannah is so wet [Easily wet](-50 Lust)

Her pussy was on fire, burning with need and desire such that every lick and brush against her pussy made her squirm and moan. She could feel her juices flowing freely now, they ran down her ass and thighs, and made the spot where she sat on the couch wet and messy, but this did not concern her. All she wanted was more stimulation. More pussy-licking, mind-blowing pleasure. More messiness.

“More! Harder!” She pleaded, one of her hands groping for his head and then pushing it against her pussy, increasing the warm pressure with a jolt of pleasure that made her eyes roll upwards. “Ff-fuck yeah! Uh! Lick my juices. Drink it all, baby!”

And to her delight, she noticed an increased intensity in his efforts, as he tried to not merely tease her pussy but lick it clean, his tongue going deeper and harder as he slurped and sucked on her labia and clit, making her moan even harder. But the more her licked her, the more wet she got and she heard him gulping down between licks while her whole crotch felt like a wet, horny mess. And as she neared her climax, she knew it would get even messier.

“Oh, fuck, I’m cummmmming...!” She moaned, eyes shut tight as she gripped the couch as hard as she could. “Get ready baby, I’m gonna-aAH!” Ugh! Gonna makeamessssss…! Anh! Ah!!”

Hannah came hard, moaning as her body shook with the sheer pleasure spreading through her body. She felt a gush of wetness on her lower body, but it felt fuzzy and indistinct, as if it was happening in a far away place. For a moment her mind was empty, obliterated with simple, animal pleasure that took away her worries, her thoughts, her self control. All she could do was feel, and she felt amazing. And when the pleasure receded and she finally could feel herself gulping air and calming her trembling body, it came with the awareness that her lower half was soaked. She opened her eyes.

As expected, her juices had gushed all over her legs and ass, where they dribbled down on the increasingly messy couch. Ashton was also soaked, however, his face shiny with her juices as he blinked once or twice, clearly stunned but unable to say anything. Then she saw him visibly gulp, swallowing no doubt another mouthful of her, and she felt a thrill seeing that, even as she also worried that this was too much for him.

“Sorry, haha,” she laughed weakly, trying to sit up but failing. Between her body being so weak after her orgasm and the couch becoming increasingly slippery, she was **** to lie on it with her pussy showing, which made her feel even more self-conscious, despite herself. “I’m a messy girl!” She joked.

He nodded quietly. “I… I can see that.” There was a moment of hesitation, before he asked her: “Is this normal? This, um… Amount of… Ahh…” He gestured at the mess, trying to find a word to describe it before falling into awkward silence.

“Yeah, I get really wet when I get excited.” She bit her lip, worried that she had gone too far now. Her body was still thrumming with pleasure, and her needy pussy was ready for more… But now a niggling worry crept in her mind, threatening to spoil it. “Is it weird?” She asked, her voice quieter.

He looked down at the mess all over his shirt and the small puddle under her body, which now dribbled slowly down the couch and onto the floor, before wiping his chin. “Does… That mean you got really excited tonight?” He asked, a smile creeping on his lips.

“Of course!” She asserted. “Baby, that was… Uh! My pussy needed this so… So bad. Mhm!” She hesitated before adding, “and I get wetter the more excited I get. So… You do the math.”

His smile widened, lifting her spirits and banishing her worries before he even spoke. “That’s a lot of excitement then… I… I’m glad? That I can get you this excited, I mean…?”

“Of course you do. My pussy gets so wet for you baby…” And she opened her legs and showed her wet snatch for proof, dripping wet and with a string of grool connecting her pussy to the couch. “See?”

He nodded. “Wow… It takes some getting used to though.” He wiped his mouth again, and frowned slightly. “Huh. My stomach feels full, almost… After drinking all that, umm…”

“Thank you for drinking my love juices. Hmmm.” She rubbed a hand over her slick pussy as a tingle of pleasure blossomed inside her. “It makes me so happy.” She smiled at him.

“I’m happy if you’re happy,” he said, smiling back, and that smile was less awkward or surprised, just the joy of a partner in sharing the other’s happiness. It warmed her heart to the point she pulled him in a tight hug, even messy as she was, and her heart fluttered when he hugged her back.

“I’m VERY happy,” she emphasized. “Thank you… My love.”

“I hope I can… Um. Keep making you happy,” he replied, his voice low and close to her ear. She hugged him tighter in response. It was a warm and happy embrace, even as she felt her wet pussy throb with need. But once was enough, she didn’t need to scare him.

Even as she hoped for more opportunities to make her happy in the future. But for now? This hug is what she needed the most. And for now both of them shared that happy moment in quiet, and blissful companionship.